Merry Christmas!

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Okay, so it’s only Christmas Eve…depending on what part of the world you are in. But I won’t be blogging tomorrow, so I wanted to say it today. For the past several days I’ve been sharing books and authors and promoting various things.

Right now though, I would like to take some time out and talk about something else. A home for the holidays.

Last year about this time (well actually it was December 20th 2011) I had to make a run to “town” (meaning a moderately sized city most likely considered a small town by most) for some last minute Christmas shopping with my parents while my husband and children stayed home in the warmth.

It was COLD. The actual temperature was in the 20’s and the wind was howling out of the north. It had snowed for the two days prior, our only real snowstorm last year. We didn’t get a lot of snow, but enough to cover the ground.

On our way, we stopped in at the gas station on the highway. You have to prepay, so I headed in to pay while my mother got ready to pump the gas. As I reached for the door, a little meow made me stop. There under the bench by the door was a cold, little black cat. I tried to reach for her, but she moved away. She kept rubbing on the bench and talking to me, so I could tell she wanted to let me touch her, but wasn’t too sure of it.

I stepped on into the station to pay and asked the lady behind the counter who’s cat it was. She said the poor thing had been dumped there two days prior. So the little cat had spent the entire storm taking meager shelter under the bench next to the ice cooler.

I was determined to get her. I walked back out the door and squatted down, holding out my hand and talking to her in a quiet voice. Inside the station, the lady behind the counter made the other customers wait to leave so their coming out the door wouldn’t scare the kitty.

It didn’t take long before the little cat came to me and I picked her up. She was so cold she was shivering and she snuggled into me. She had thick, short fur that masked how skinny she was. I could feel her shrunken frame under the fur when I held her. Her nose was runny and she kept sneezing.

I carried her to the car, we turned around, and went home where we placed her in one of the stalls in the snug goat shed. Without the wind and with the sun shining through the windows, it wasn’t bad in there. We gave her food and water and left to do our shopping.

But why didn’t we take her inside? you ask. We have several dogs and other cats and we didn’t know how she would react to that or the litter box, so we figured it would be best to wait until everybody was home to help supervise.

When we got home, we took her into the house. She took to the dogs and other cats as if she had always been there. She wasn’t afraid of any of them or us. She loved the kids, laid with the dogs and generally made it clear that she was home.

We name her Miss Puff Kitty due to her short but thick fur.

Over the past year. Miss Puff Kitty has endeared herself to everyone in the house. She can do no wrong, even when she is doing something she shouldn’t.

She was one of the best Christmas presents to stumble across last year and if she lived forever, we wouldn’t mind a bit. We weren’t expecting another pet, we weren’t even thinking of it, but Puff claimed us and we don’t regret it.

 

Puff, her first night home. Warm, fed, loved, but sick and exhausted she claimed the back of the couch and slept for hours.

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Puff yesterday, spayed, fat and spoiled using the downstairs coffee table as a throne so her worshipers can pet her easier.

 

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5 thoughts on “Merry Christmas!

  1. What a beautiful cat and such a heart-warming story. Your kindness never ceases to amaze me. You are truly an angel on earth.

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